Chapter 512: Prostitute rebirth 64

"Hey, scorpion..." Yang Yu Niang was shocked by her words. "The emperor is in the palace. How do you cook rice and mature rice?"
Yang Yu-Ning thinks she is crazy.
It seems absolutely impossible for outsiders to complete the task, but she is different. Because she knows that in a few days, Feng Linyuan will travel in micro-services, but unexpectedly in danger.
When he was alive, he was rescued by the rain. This is also one of the factors that Beiyuyu can pamper the harem. If this is not the case, the rain will be able to go smoothly in the palace.
This time, the person who saved him will only be her. Whenever the wind is brought to the ground, she will cook rice with her, and the place of Huangfu is not her.
"You don't have to worry about this matter." North Nianjin said.
She naturally cannot tell her that she knows everything about the future.
This kind of thing is too ridiculous, even if she said she may not believe.
Yang Yu-Niang saw her face and suddenly dared not speak.
A shadow of the outside of the house quietly left, and then I went to the Lan Lan Court.
Dong Dong reported to her every one of her things, and she did not miss it.
Bei Yu Yan raised her eyebrows. She knew that the North Mother gave her a home in the North Nianjin. She guessed that the North Nianjin Club would resist. It was just this rebellion. It really both surprised me and surprised me.
She even directly hit her mind on the wind, and wanted to cook a raw rice and become the harem of the harem.
Become a blind man and embark on the path of the original Lord's favor.
It is a pity that this dream is a dream, and will never let her have a true day.
The person who was saved at the beginning could use it.
The northern rain swayed and waved back.
"Heart." North Rain snorted.
The heart immediately appeared next to her. "Miss, what is your order?"
"You go to the biggest local snake in the capital, let them push the reputation of the North Nianjin to the highest place, it is best known." Bei Yuyi handed a stack of silver tickets to her.
"Do not let the second person know about this matter, secretly." Bei Yu said.
"Yes." The heart was not taking the silver ticket, explaining: "Miss, you are our king. This money is the lord, you keep the money."
Northern Rain:...
This has not been married yet!
Oh, there is an illusion of being sheltered!
The northern rain slammed the silver ticket silently, and there was such a shackle toward the master. I was very pleased.
The guilty work is very efficient. On the next day, I can hear a rumor on the streets and alleys of Beijing. That is the poetry talent of Bei Nianjin, far more than the first talented woman in Beijing.
This rumor has a nose and an eye, accompanied by poetry written by Kita Nianjin, which greatly increases the credibility.
Of course, some people do not agree with this statement.
The two sides fought, so lively, and gradually this trend, a little spread throughout the capital. The Yasher of the literati settlement is naturally controversial. In the end, it is better for the North Rain, or for the North.
Each said that each reason is reasonable, and the last group of people asked out the Yashe ten masters to judge, who is better.
Yashe ten Jie carefully compared the poetry style of the two, and can't tell who is better.
Qingxiongzi couldn’t help but ask: "These poems are really from the hands of the two sisters of the North?"
"Why did the Qinggong say this? But what do you see?" someone asked immediately.
"I look at the habits and styles of the words, the amazing similarities, and the real image is from one person." Qingyi Gongzi said the doubts in his heart.